“How it glitters!” said she. “It is a pretty piece of God’s handiwork: but we must leave it now, my dear. This sun is too hot for you. Your chamber, or sister Claire’s room, is the fittest place for you at this hour. You find your chamber cool?”
“Yes, madam.”
“The new ventilator works well?”
“Yes, madam.”
“You find—this way, my dear—this alley is the most shady—you find your little bed comfortable?”
“Yes, madam.”
“And your toilet-cover—sister Marie’s work—is, I think, extremely pretty: and the book-shelf that Father Gabriel gave you very convenient. Your friends here, my dear, are fond of you. They are anxious to make you happy.”
“They are all very kind to me, madam.”
“I am glad you are sensible of it. You are not of an ungrateful nature, we all know.”
“I hope not: but, madam, I cannot stay here always.”